I refuse to believe that I am too hard to love
I did not spend my years unwinding the knots, tangles and loops of my entangled chaos
only to be told that my strings are too intertwined to ever be unraveled
only to be told that my efforts are in vain
I refuse to believe that my madness is one that cannot be tamed
and I refuse to believe my newly unrestricted strings have nowhere to secure themselves to
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the hurting / the healing
Poetry[ poetry bundle ] If there's anything I've learned these past 20 years, it's that life is never perfect. Some days are harder than others. Some days I feel so utterly happy that I fall in love with being alive. Others I feel so empty and tired it se...
